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dracoxsworld · 1 year

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Always you. - Draco Malfoy x Reader 🐍

WARNING: Mentions of jealousy reader, Pansy being an ass, sappy fluff. Leads into slight nsfw but nothing too filthy!

A/N: Oh the things I wish could be said to be right now in my personal life. T-T Anyway I have been working on this for DAYS I tell you. Please enjoy 🥺 I slaved over this one and I am kinda proud of it ngl.

The GIF is from Pinterest, btw.

You turn towards Hermione, biting your nails anxiously. “Y/n..you really should stop worrying,” Hermione said, putting her hand on your shoulder in comfort. “Draco is crazy for you, and you only. You should know this. He wouldn’t be into pug-nosed Pansy.” She chuckled, trying to lighten your mood. But you couldn’t help but be worried. You were at a party in the Slytherin common room, celebrating the start of yet another school year at Hogwarts. “I can’t help it. The way they talk with each other. She’s beautiful, not pug-nosed.”

You mutter. “I understand, they’ve been friends since the first year. But I can’t help but feel that she wants him, you know?” You explain. Hermione sighs. “I suppose I see what you mean. I’m sorry y/n. Maybe you should try to include yourself in their conversation?” She suggests. You bite your bottom lip, trying to decide if that’s a smart idea. “Yeah, okay. Thank you, Hermione. I’ll see you later I’m sure.” You say, trying to sound optimistic. You each give each other a kiss on the cheek and you make your way over. Pansy spots you from the corner of her eye and immediately scoffs. Draco looks over at you and smiles immediately, his eyes lighting up.

“Babygirl, there you are.” He says, wrapping his arm around your waist. You are immediately able to take a deep breath of relief. Okay, Y/n. He’s open about you two being together in front of her. That’s a good sign. You think to yourself in your head. Pansy rolls her eyes at your boyfriend's comment. “Draco, we were in the middle of discussing something private. Y/n, hasn’t your mother taught you any better? Oh, wait. She walked out in you and your father. Who could blame her really?” Pansy chuckles, looking at Draco for approval. He just looks at her, clenching his jaw. You stand there, shocked. “I- ’m sorry.” You say, looking down at your shoes, without saying another word, you start to walk away from Draco. “Baby, don’t go please,” Draco begins to speak but you put a hand up. “Draco, she’s right. I was rude. You can finish talking about whatever the hell you two want. Just like how she can speak to me, however, the hell she wants, even in front of you.” You snap, loud enough that people around you are starting to notice. “You’re dramatic y/n. And besides. Draco and I have been friends for years. Hell. We’re practically soulmates.” Pansy says, with a cruel, twisted smile on her pug-nosed-looking face. Your eyes start to burn, looking at Draco and waiting if he has anything else to say. “Pansy.” he simply says in a stern voice, looking over at her. Pansy simply gives him puppy dog eyes, “I’m sorry, Draco, she’s just being rude!” She pouts. You’re done. You immediately turn around, heading towards your dorm. You fail to notice Draco fighting through the crowd of people, trying to get to you. You enter your dorm room and shut the door. Tears fall down your cheeks. You hear a knock at the door. "Y/n, baby. Please open up. I am so sorry about what Pansy said. It was fucked up." Draco's voice came through the door. "Go away." You sob out. "Baby. Please. Let me in, talk to me about how you're feeling."

You reluctantly opened the door. You sniffled, not looking him in the eye. "Honey, I am so sorry-" Draco started but you put your hand up to silence him, again. "Let me talk, you listen. That's what you're here for, no?" You asked, now looking him in the eye. Somehow, Draco wished you still didn't have eye contact with him. He looked away from your gaze, from the guilt of what he had just allowed to happen. After a moment of silence, he nodded. "Draco, I am not the jealous type. I had told you that since before we started dating. I do not care about how Pansy feels about you," You begin to say, allowing him into your dorm and shutting the door behind him. "My issue is how she treats me. And how you let it happen. Let me repeat again, I am not the jealous type. However, you don't correct her when she refers to you both as being soulmates. Do you know how many times she's said that to me, or- honestly to every goddamn student in this school?" You ask, looking up at him. "She says it quite a lot, actually." Draco murmurs. "But she's lying. We are not anywhere close to soulmates. She's foul for how she speaks to you."

"Then why don't you defend me?!" You exclaim, frustrated, balling your fists. "Anything to say? Are you scared of hurting her feelings but you're just fine hurting mine? Are you actually in love with her-" "No." Draco interrupted. "Then what the hell is the issue? Why can't you treat me like your partner, Draco? Bloody hell we've been together for a year." "I suppose I am afraid of her in a way." Began Draco, breaking eye contact. His eyes start to water. Suddenly, your anger melted away quickly and it turned into concern. "Why, Draco?" You ask, still with a stern tone. "Y/N, when we first got together...Forgive me for bringing this up but everyone was shocked I was with someone who was half-blooded." Draco explained. You flinch at the memories flashing in your head. "You know I am no longer prejudiced towards half-bloods or even muggles. I left that behind when I met you. Unfortunately, some people aren't easily influenced to change their opinions and ways. You know how hateful some can be."

"Pansy is one of those people," Draco continued after taking a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment. "She can be violent, and not think about her actions fully. I do not want to give her another reason to attack you due to her embarrassment if I stick up for you in front of her. I don't want her to find you and harm you, so I keep my mouth shut. Now that I am saying it out loud it doesn't make as much sense. I just wanted to avoid as much conflict as possible. If Pansy wasn't able to verbally assault you anymore because of me- I didn't want her to turn to anything physical."

"Draco-" You begin to say but he hugs you. "I am so sorry, y/n." He starts to cry. His tears fall in your hair, his arms tightly around you with his head resting on yours. You pull away from him gently and mop up the tears on his face with your sleeve. "I'm sorry for accusing you of loving her," You softly say to him, continuing to wipe the tears. "Baby, you are my one and only. I could never be in love with anyone else, especially her." Draco said with a slightly disgusted face when thinking of Pansy. "From now on, she's no longer a friend of mine. I can wipe her memories, or just simply cut her off. Whatever my baby wants." Draco says, stroking your hair. "Well, let's not wipe anyone's memories."You chuckle. "We can just pretend she doesn't exist then." Said Draco, smiling down at you.

You and Draco cuddled in your bed, you were laying on top of him, both of your elbows on each side of him holding you up. You both just looked at each other. Giving the other kisses every now and then. Draco was running his hands up and down your back, lifting up the back of your shirt slowly. His fingers slowly glide up and down your spine, giving you chills. You blush, and shyly hide your face in the crook of his neck. You start to leave little kisses and bites on his collarbone, shoulder, all the way up his neck. He hums in pleasure, his hands slowly going down further back eventually to your ass, squeezing it lightly. You moan into his neck, then look at him. "Pansy surely will hear you moaning my name tonight. Maybe she'll get the hint." Draco suggests. "Let's make it happen." You say seductively.

#draco x you #draco lucius malfoy #draco x y/n #draco fanfiction #draco x reader #draco angst #draco malfoy #draco fic #dracotok #draco fluff #draco malfoy x reader fluff #draco x reader smut #draco malfoy x reader smut

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vivianette · 1 year

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Suddenly thinking about slightly delirious, feverish shuji and how soft he is for you. All his confessions and insatiable craving for your warmth by his side 🥺🥺🥺🥺

🍓AN: phewhueheue babe this thought occupied my mind for so long that I rambled on about ths that’s why this got so long for no fucking reason🥹🫶 NOT Proof-read or even thought through tbh😭

🍓Synopsis: hanma is stupid and he gets stupidly cute when he’s sick

🍓Pairing: hanma shuji x female reader

🍓Warnings: none,ooc sappy hanma cuz that’s how I like him

You struggle to open the door to shuji’s apartment with the heavy tote bag you’re carrying, careful to not move too fast for the contents inside to spill. Finally getting successful, you enter inside as you easily navigate through the small living space to your boyfriend’s bedroom where he is laying down with his eyes squeezed shut. Seeing your usually hyper boyfriend fatigued on his bed with his right arm thrown over his forehead, trying to breathe comfortably through his stuffy nose made you think that he may be known as the “reaper” of Kabukicho, feared by many but he’s still your sick, very human, boyfriend who needs your tending.

Shaking your head you walk over to his bed putting the bag down. Quietly sitting at his bed side on the floor. He didn’t even notice your presence until you softly called out his name “hey baby” you say while gently moving away the hair strands stuck to his forehead by sweat. He lifts his arm “Y/N?” He looks at you through glassy eyes and with your free hand you hold his “yes baby?” You reply, all your attention on him. “My throat hurts” he says, almost whines, his voice hoarse, gently squeezing your hand in his much larger ones. You nod at him, feeling the heat radiating from his forehead on the back of your hand. You find him burried underneath a mountain of sweatshirts and hoodies, you look at him again,an eyebrow raised “your blanket?” “Couldn’t find it” he coughs closing his eyes again. You could tell he’s exhausted. The common cold could be a bitch if not dealt with properly and shuji being shuji ignored the symptoms of catching one “you worry too much babe,I don’t get colds” he shrugged you off a few days earlier when you warned him about the seasons changing and how he should dress accordingly but when does he ever listen. Maybe you jinxed it, he’d say if he wasn’t so tired out

“I’ll be right back” you kiss his knuckles as you get up. He groans at you letting go of his hand, instantly not loving the loss of your warmth. “Stayy” he manages to whine with the discomfort of a sore throat making grabby hands at you. The cold is messing with his head you think, he’d rather be caught dead than act all cutesy but you’re not complaining it’s actually adorable. “I said I’ll be right back honey” you say as you pull his ‘lost’ blanket from under his bed pulling it over his body as you set aside the mountain of clothes to deal with later. Making sure to kiss your boyfriend’s forehead before leaving for the kitchen.

You return with a tray,a glass and a water bottle filled with room temperature water and utensils. You set the tray on the carpeted floor as you help him sit up. Guiding the glass filled with water to his lips. He instantly gulps it down. You then move on to serving him the food you brought with you for him. “I made you soup” “feed it to me” he opens wide waiting for you to literally spoon feed him like a giant baby. But what shuji wants shuji gets so you stifle a laugh “whatever you say, you are sick after all” feeding him a spoon full of soup before blowing on it to make sure he doesn’t burn his tongue.Shuji gets fed by you happily, the warm soup soothing his scratchy throat and very much satisfied when you clean the corner of his mouth with your sleeve. You decided to clean his place up a bit as he was in no condition to do so himself but his grip on your wrist stops you from going anywhere “why do you keep leaving me?” oh would you look at that, the reaper is pouting, his full lips are puckered up and he doesn’t even know how kissable he looks right now with his cheeks slightly flushed from the fever. You’re now sat beside him on the bed “I will never leave you baby” he puts both his hands on your waist, pulling you on top of him as he lays back on the bed, your whole weight on him. “but you haven’t even kissed me properly today” his brows are slightly furrowed you notice “are you mad at me?” You giggle “a little” he admits and you snuggle closer to him “I’m sorry babe lemme make it up to you” holding him face between your hands and finally giving him the kiss he deserved. One of his hands is holding you by the nape, the other is on your back keeping you flush against him. Pulling away from the kiss after a good minute or two you settle on his left side with his arm wrapped around you “you do know I shouldn’t be kissing someone with a cold” you tease “but I’m not any ‘someone’ I’m your boyfriend and I need your kisses”. You playfully roll your eyes at him. If someone had asked hanma what he felt in the exact moment right now he’d say ‘giddy’ he feels giddy. Never in his life has he ever had someone take care of him, treated him so kindly,made him feel worthy of love. You made him feel worthy of love.Even his parents failed at that which was technically their jobs but he shakes the thought out of his mind.

Staring lovingly at you with his honey coloured eyes you hold his gaze, it still made your face heat up after all this time together with him you never really got used to the way he looks at you. He scoots closer to you, your body impossibly close to his on the tiny single bed. He tucks your head under his chin “I got very lucky” he sighs sniffing your recently shampooed hair. (Once you called him a dog for that and weirdly enough he agreed, admitting he actually likes doing that) “you treat me so well doll♡” shuji kisses the top of your head “I’m so stupid yet you’re still here with me in this dirty apartment being so smart” he’s yawning now “taking care of me when I’m sick” safe to say your heart is near the verge of exploding. Your shuji is being so sweet to you “I really really love you Y/N” you can tell he’s smiling “now say it back” he pulls back just enough to look at you say it. You’re smiling at him with your face on fire,maybe you got lucky yourself as well “I love you shuji, I really really love you too”

#vivi writes🍓#first ever longish fic?#hanma shuji #tokyo revengers #tokyo manji gang #tokrev hanma #hanma x reader #hanma shuji x reader #hanma shuji x female reader #hanma imagines #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers hanma #char: hanma shuji

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pinkrabit · 2 months

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ATLA LA Episode 4 Into the Dark

The glowing rock candy 🤤🤤

Iroh and Aang bonding in prison.

"I'm really starting to see what kind of person his is." "I doubt that."

Sokka yelling at Sai like you yell at your father's mistakes

Love how active the fantasy racism is.

DONT GUILT SOKKA, SAI

Sokka is still so proud of Hakoda. He's so proud to be his son, "My father would never do what you did."

Zuko sneaking in??? We've seen numerous times in the OG his stealth capabilities when he tries. So, I'm excited.

BABY BUMI ! BABY (hes still a baby) AANG !

"I like the parts of Omashu that aren't so depressing :D"

SECRET TUNNEL

Great touch to openly address labor camps and POWs with the real world terms

"It's time to stop fighting. It's time to fight."

The Flopsy statue needs more recognition.

BUMI

Even Aang looks at Bumi like he's insane

Bumi, I know he's your friend, but you shouldn't out Aang like that

"Throw him.... a feast!" Aang looking terrified as if his old friend would EVER hurt him because the world has changed so much since he was last in it breaks me.

"Not everyone out there is the enemy"

"If you stand against us, you are."

"You're fighting because of hate. Just like the Fire Benders"

YES KATARA FIGHT BACK

KATARA THUGGIN AFTER SAYING "Goodbye, Jet"

I love how awful a liar Zuko is in every universe. LEARN TO FIB MY BOY

Aang at the table, like, "did my bsf friend forget I'm a vegetarian???"

Bumi being passively aggressive toward Aang, and Aang serving back "It was a tragedy!"

"Don't you care?" Aang, Bumi has a point when he yells at you. I like this Bumi a lot. His anger feels genuine. However irrational it may be.

THE HIPPIES IN THE MOUNTAIN

Sokka slowly vibing is OOC but still appreciated.

"We're doing what we're doing." They're all high. They gotta be.

Are Oma and Shu...? The gay??

I love how women are often portrayed as ending a war or unintentionally starting it, and then there's Azula.

Thanks for the backstory hippie man, wish you had a map though.

Two lovers, forbidden from one another~

SECRET TUNNEL (×2) THROUGH THE MOUNTAIN

"They're doomed 🤠"

Prisoner cruelty!! I know Uncle War Crimes but what about the Geneva Convention?

"The direct path is not always the best path." Paralleled with Aang wanting to find a way to end the war without killing Ozai.

I hate how they took out Kataang in the LA (i understand it'd be weird to allude to making aang's actor kiss kataras, though), but I like "love" in the tunnels being familial instead of romantic. And I like Sokka using his brain to figure stuff out.

"He was 19.. Was it worth it?" "We were at war.. I was a soldier." Such is the awful reality of war. When it comes to soldiers, it's not personal. It's a job, its dehumanizing to yourself and the rest of the world. It's a politcal game. "You (Iroh) know nothing of loss." And then showing his grief.

Iroh didn't want his son to die a war hero, he wanted Lu Ten to be his son.

!!! This was such an important conversation to put into the show. !!!

Zuko having something from Lu Ten 🥺🥺

I want a separate series with just Lu Ten

Leave from the Vine playing 🥺🥺

Bumi ragging on Aang for wanting to be a kid, AS A TWELVE YEAR OLD, makes me so mad.

Yes, he thinks about fun and games. A boy shouldn't be as bitter as an old man.

Zuko showing up to kick ass for his Uncle because that's HIS FUCKING UNCLE. He's still strong enough to break metal WITHOUT BENDING. SHOWING HIS COMPENTENCY.

"We've all seen enough death."

Zuko showing concern for Iroh's Injury to demonstrate his "true" nature of being sensitive and compassionate. Which is why he was banished in the first place.

The WT Siblings just hold each other before their perceived death feels so important to me.

And I feel like we can and should read into the badgermole/ "Love is brightest in the dark" scene.

"Great, how do you think they respond to verbal commands." Sokka can you be Sappy for like 5 minutes please.

"Some of us have to fight, even if we don't want to. That's what it means to he in a WAR!" This show is delivering so many lines and comments about war and its complexities for everybody involved. Just like the original. Y'all wanna sleep on it because of minor character changes????

I have yet to see a character, Suki has come the closest, that has been so awfully OOC that I've had to stop.

Aang asking for help, "one that requires you to make impossible choices" Bumi is a little misguided here but he means well in sharing his knowledge of leading to his friend.

"Learn what it means to be the Avatar!" "No!" Aang will never give up who he is based on others expectations. And the idea that he doesn't have to do things on his own, "like a child" is going to be what wins the war.

Aangs refusal to kill or hurt isn't bad, he's going to make a difference. He's going to save people. He's going to be the Avatar, but he will be an airbender first!

SAI OUTING THE FIRE NATION IS REDEMPTION

Iroh left to be with his nephew 🥺🥺

He won't let this boy be without a father

LEAVES ON THE VINE

"Everything I need is on this boat"

This episode felt a little rushed, and felt like it lacked a little in terms of the Gaang. But in terms of Zuko, it served. Zuko's story felt stronger here. Especially, after seeing Appa fly away, but he chose instead to prioritize his Uncle.

#into the dark #atla #netflix avatar #avatar #avatar the last airbender #king bumi #zuko #uncle iroh

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fatuismooches · 4 months

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greetings, miss smooches ~

it's been a good while since i last sent something in your inbox, what a good day to make a return ^-^

i came here to send my best regards in celebration of the new year so, happy new year suzu bubs! 🤍 i hope this year treats you with utmost kindness and love and i wish you the very best with it, you'll see a mini me cheering you on in spirit throughout the entire year ~

not ( actually will ) be sappy, but i am so so glad i managed to have such a sweetheart of a moot and honestly a friend at this point at least in my eyes. i know the both of us haven't been mutuals for very long, but the times where we were chatting together through your inbox or my reblogs really mean a whole lot to me <3 i remember just discovering your blog again back in june last year, keeping up with the puppet's lessons and seeing your in which you're just loving dottore like no other. seeing you in my dash just puts a smile on my face really, and i am so glad i gathered the courage to send you an ask that day ^-^

giving you lots of hugs bub! thank you for being such a huge inspiration for me and also a really sweet individual. take care and here's to a year hopefully full of fun for both of us~ oh! and dot passes on his regards to you too, naturally <3

— signed, ayame.

HI YAME DEAREST! It has been a while efkbfrefj i missed seeing you pop up in here! (I also hope you're feeling better now since i know you had a lot of stuff going on! ❤️❤️)

I too wish you all the best for the new year! I hope you're blessed with all the wonderful things in this world, otherwise, you'll find me in your pocket fighting all the bad things away 🤭💥💥 (Kuni too of course, I'm mostly there for extra support)

EFBFEJKBE STOP YAME YOU'RE MAKING ME BLUSH 🥺🥺 I REALLY DON'T DESERVE THIS MUCH PRAISE!! i should be thanking you for being my lovely moot hehe I'm so glad you sent me that ask too because I'm shy and bad at reaching out first to others fbejfbe. (And the me loving Dottore part... HELP i think that's what I'm know for at this point bye 😭😭) (and i still remember how you sincerely motivated me to finish the Kabuki series, I'm always thankful for that 💗)

Thank you for always making me smile and all Yame :)) Here's to a wonderful year together (and lots of Kuni brainrot hm?) Speaking of, I'm glad I'm not the only one excited for his birthday 🥹🥹 I'm quaking in anticipation! I want to see his art and letter so much! (I also can't believe it's been a whole year) (racer Kuni needs to save me too)

#smooches talks #moots: ayame <3 #I WAS MEANING TO SEND SOMETHING AFTER SEEING UR POSTS but u beat me to it ehehe #THANK U FOR SENDING REGARDS FOR DOTTORE AHHAHBWDJBWE ily #OH AND SPEAKING OF i love how u change the balladeers notice on ur pinned post #i check every now and then and i saw it changed and i was like AHHH THATS SO CUTE #minimal tags today bc i decided to spit out everything in the actual post this time 💔#WAIT ACTUALLY IM SO EXCITED TO SEE U FINISH UR SERIES how did u write that fast ARE UR HANDS OK?

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pinkhairedlily · 1 year

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the warmest place in the world

SUMMARY:

I have said I love you. You have said I love you too. The grand climax is over. The tumultuous journey is past and we have arrived in calm waters. It's mundane, ordinary, and silent. But between us, each day, in silent, smallest declarations, we still say, I love you. I love you. I love you.

(in which Hitsugaya and Hinamori are married)

gift for @ryomaunnie 🎁🎄 | @hitsuhina-week

a/n: sorry this got delayed so much!!! i hope i gave justice to your prompt of hh married/domestic life 🥺 belated happy holidays to the community. may you thrive and heal and live gently this 2023 🤍

Hinamori Momo was a winter bride.

One would think it was an inadequate choice; she was always bright and sunny, the very manifestation of a summer’s day.

But warmth has always been indispensable to the cold.

Like her to him. The love of his life. The fire to his ice. His red thread of fate.

She said I do to him under the curtain of snow, and Hitsugaya kissed his wife’s red button nose.

He kisses it all the same on slow mornings when the sun creeps on the Seiretei horizon, limbs all splayed out on the cotton covers, chasing shadows in the crook of each other’s embrace.

He touches it on nights he captures her lips and lets himself melt all over. Momo is my wife, he tells himself as she settles against his chest. Momo is my wife, he repeats again when he wakes up with her hair on his cheeks. Momo is my wife, like a prayer that came true.

— — —

“Which side of the bed do you want, Shiro?” Momo asks as she surveys the bare room. On one side, the window shares the view of the overgrowth. Rose vines and yellow bells fight for space on sparse earth while poison ivy rests comfortably on the concrete walls of the house. It will take some time to tame their backdoor wilderness, but Hitsugaya can see that it would be a beautiful garden in the care of her hands.

“I’ll take the one facing the wall Momo.”

A smile grows from his statement. “Are you sure?”

“Of course.”

"No take backs."

He smirks. "I don't do that."

"You'll roll me over!"

He holds up a pinky. She always made him do this when they were younger. "Promise. Stop being so insufferable. You're so cute when you're adamant."

"Ugh, so sappy all of a sudden." She giggles — that's all he wants to hear really — and laughter fills the crevices of the old house.

Under the futon that night, surrounded with boxes both closed and halfway open, Momo stares out the curtainless window to the unobstructed view of the full moon. She falls asleep after the fifth shooting star.

Meanwhile, Hitsugaya has the perfect perspective of her face; how she surrenders to the drowse, how her breathing evens out, and how she smiles in her dreams. Not all nights are like this.

Sometimes, the dreams are nightmares.

And he refuses to touch her in the aftermath.

He can vividly feel his hand — Hyourinmaru — go through her chest. His quickening pulse matches the spewing blood from her body. When it's emptied, there's a hollow instead of where her heart should be.

He goes frigid, his own pulse also frozen in shock, despair, some kind of indescribable grief. Then he jolts out of that plane when he feels her, the present her, draw his arm around her body. Calm and steady, her . In between the void and wakefulness, she forgives him.

Figures lost in crowd, that's what they look like on market days. She reaches out to him in the sea of bodies, intertwining his fingers with hers. It's a mindless gesture for Momo, but Hitsugaya feels tethered.

His hand in her. His soul is anchored.

———

"Tadaima."

10:07. Hitsugaya left Karakura around that time. Ichigo is boisterous, the usual, but even more so with the second addition to their family.

They broke the news over Orihime's okonamiyaki. A hefty dash of Ichigo's tears made it into the cooking. She made sure to pack portions for Hinamori.

Who happens to be burning her own okonamiyaki in the kitchen.

"Ah. I messed it up." She's near tears. "Did you have dinner yet, Shiro?"

He places the package on the counter and wounds his arm around her waist. She curls further into herself, sobs on the verge of escaping every limb, but he holds her close and whispers into her ear. "Yeah you burned it but I think it's still edible."

Still entangled with her, he samples a small part from the smoking brown concoction on the stove. Placid reaction gives way to strong grimace. "See, edible."

Momo groans. "I hate you Shiro."

"I love you Momo." His laughter resounds against her untangled hair. Smooth, flowing strands shaking as sobs transform into fits of amusement.

She faces him after a while. "Did you bring earth food?"

He nods. "It's not your favorite pizza, but Orihime's cooking is better than most."

"What did she cook?"

"Okonomiyaki." Her face falls flat from the sudden reminder of her failure. It disappears from his view when he pulls her in for a tight embrace.

Like earlier, his voice travels through her strands, wind to the leaves, water to sand, "Listen. You may not perfect every dish. You may mess up some things. You may not know how to repair the heater. Or keep planks straight when you hammer them in. Dogs may not like you. But you brew the best tea and coffee. You knit the warmest scarves. You sow the most beautiful flowers. The cats love to rub against you. You are my wife and I love you for all that you are."

"You talk so much," she groans against his shoulder. "I'm just hungry."

They laugh again, just as easily.

———

"Good... morning, taichou."

Normally, it would be Matsumoto slumped against Hitsugaya's shoulders, but on rare occasions that he would go drinking with Shinji (forced really) and his circle, Hitsugaya would always, always, return home intoxicated beyond his limits.

And her captain would always, always, bring this drunken stupor to her doorstep.

Even when they were still branding themselves as childhood best friends ("Of course, we would look out for each other.") When they were sidestepping the line that separates friendly concern to affection. A series of drunken declarations when he thought she was asleep, forgotten in the wake of the mornings as he casually slipped, unaffected, nonchalant, almost stoic from her quarters. ("Do you know, Momo, that I like you? I like you. I like you very, very, very much. I don't know what to do with these feelings. Momo, how do I tell you?") When they thought it was their best, well-kept secret in Soul Society. ("Way to announce you're mine, Shiro, banging on my door like that at 2 AM, calling me your darling?!") It was the best, well-shared secret.

"Hirako, you dumbassss. Why did you bring me to Momo? I'm a mess, look at me," Hitsugaya drawls over his words.

"Don't puke on her when you kiss, all right." Shinji winks at his lieutenant and bids adieu effectively in the dead silence of the night.

"I'm not gonna kisssss yew." Hitsugaya raises his palm and slaps it across his chest. "I am a good sssenpai. And a taichou. And I will not take advantage of yew."

"Shut up and go inside already."

He spots the gold band when she pulls his arm. He's sniffling by the time he makes it to their kitchen.

"Why did I wait so long?"

"Wait to come home?" Hinamori patiently goes through the same motions he does when she's drunk. Boil water. Brew some tea. Sober up.

"Wait to tell you I love you." His sniffles are louder, close to sobbing. "I've always wanted you to be my wife. Gods, I'm so stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid."

"I won't disagree with you on this." This happens every time, and each repeat just makes her fonder of him.

And yes, more annoyed.

But he's endearing when he's moping so he gets a pass.

He clutches her hand tightly. "Is he a good man? Does he love you more than I do? Are you happy?"

Hinamori leans in closer to his space. From this distance, she can smell the alcohol mingling with fresh pine and snow she associates him with. Her palms cup his drooping, tear-stricken face.

"He is a good man that loves me so much and makes me happy every day. I wouldn't have it any other way."

Then she kisses him as he does on nights she doubts his love. A seal of sorts, a magic touch that dispels the stormy clouds, a kiss.

"Momo, you're a married woman."

"And you're my husband, Hitsugaya-taichou."

———

The snipping of scissors molds with the hummingbirds perched on the blossoming dogwood.

Silver specks litter the hardwood floor. Momo's barefoot protrudes through the strands, his shoulders as her balance.

Her tongue peeks out in concentration as she trims the lengthened threads. It's easy to fall asleep on this cool, spring day while her fingers conduct an orchestra with his hair.

"Do you want an undercut?"

"Please don't make me look like Ichigo or Renji."

"Kira and Yumichika said it's fashionable."

"So why don't they say that to Byakuya?"

"Byakuya has a distinct style."

"And I don't? I'm offended."

"I think you look good in any hair."

"That's what wives say."

She brandishes a mirror in front of him. A relieved sigh leaves him when he sees no noticeable changes. "Great job, Ms. Hinamori. I'll give you a tip."

She kneels in front of him and rests her head on his lap. Her hair falls like waves on the side of his leg. Untangled in her braid, it's a shiny mane. They slip when he twirls his finger around them. "Cut my hair too, Shiro."

"Rukia-style? Or Yumichika?"

"Just don't shave me."

Cut hairs all gone and away and napes exposed to the blossom breeze, they spend the fading afternoon in the awning of the garden. Momo is asleep in his arms, her face dotted with pink petals, and the leaves playing across her features.

Hitsugaya mindlessly traces circles on her arm, navigating to her stomach where a shawl is splayed over. She knitted this some shinigami years ago and the fabric seems to call for his touch. To trace the same shape over and over until he feels the indentation. The slight slope he might miss in passing.

Adrift petals lay their rest right where his hand stopped orbiting.

"Momo?"

She only smiles and places her hand over his, flowers blooming in between the spaces of their fingertips.

"Shiro?"

His throat is heavy. "I'm gonna be a good father." He kisses the crown of her head, and they snuggle closer until twilight takes over the sky.

———

Fireflies are luminescent under the bridge. The river murmurs in the dark, continuing their voyage to the sea with the green attraction fading in their reflection, a memory drowned.

Momo wanted to rest. Rukia warned her about sore feet and wonky legs in the last few months of the pregnancy.

Hitsugaya would have wanted to carry her back home, if she let him. He's sulking from her stubbornness.

"It's peaceful tonight." Momo breathes in the changing summer air. Autumn has started to dispel its first notes.

"It's peaceful," Hitsugaya echoes. He embraces her from behind, his hands crossed like a prayer over her stomach. "I'm glad it's peaceful."

"But what if there's war again?"

It's not as if Hitsugaya hadn't thought of this already. It haunted his nights. It's a possibility on the back of his head when he attends council meetings, signs paperworks, reads reports. Always on the lookout for the first triggers.

It's a hard thing to keep — peace.

"Then there's another reason to fight for." But sometimes, it comes by easy. "For now, this is peace to me."

The fireflies steer towards their direction. Alight and luminous, their reflections are carried by the currents, a memory in voyage.

———

"Cold!!!!" Hanami bolts through the door. A child around five with brown hair covered in snow and teal irises that are so honest and bare and earnest. There's unbridled happiness in her eyes.

"Can you at least tone down that blush whenever you come home from Byakuya's estate?" Hitsugaya sighs.

"That's because of cold, Shiro," Momo reasons out from the kitchen.

"He made me tea, Papa!"

"As he does to all his guests?"

"No! It's the special tea!" She sticks out her tongue at her father while she quickly shrugs off her outerwear. Then her little feet urgently pad off to settle beside him in the kotetsu. "When I grow up, I'm gonna marry Uncle Byakuya!"

"He's old, Hana-chan."

"No, he's not! He's still handsome!"

"You have poor taste in men, my silly girl."

Momo sweeps into the room with a tray of tea. "That's too bad. You don't have room for Mama's special tea?"

"I have, Mama. The snow outside evaporated the tea earlier." She pats the little space beside her. "Sit Mama! It's cold!"

Lulled in drowse by tea, the family lies side by side on the floor, legs all tangled up under the kotatsu, as the snowstorm builds to a precipice outside.

"Did you enjoy painting with Byakuya?" Hitsugaya asks the growing babe on his shoulder.

Hanami nods. "He was worried I'd get snowed in."

Momo blows raspberries on Hanami's hair. "Was it cold, Hana-chan?"

"Very! He made me wear another coat. It was difficult to walk." She mimics shaking terribly but only ends up laughing. It's contagious, feeling the giggles travel the course of her skin and limbs, and unto her parents.

"Papa never gets cold, right Mama?" Hanami places her hand over their entangled fingers on her stomach.

"No, he never does."

"Are you cold right now, Hana-chan? Do you want me to move away?" Hitsugaya almost shifts out of their hold, but his daughter plants him to his side.

"Silly Papa! You're always so warm." Her button nose red from the cold, and her cheeks flushed pink, Hanami pulls her parents closer to her. "This is the warmest place in the world."

#hitsuhina #hitsugaya toushirou #hinamori momo #momo #hitsugaya #hinamori #bleach fic #bleach #hitsuhina gift exchange 2022 #fic!pinkhairedlily #fic!pseudolily

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marvus-xoloto · 2 years

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I’ve had a pretty rough week what about some sweet Mallek in a relationship head canons?

Yes of course!! Sorry I'm so late I hope your week gets better soon!

Mallek Comfort Headcanons:

He's surprisingly perceptive, especially when it comes to his quadrants. He can tell the minute you walk through the door that you had a rough day, or week, or just feel kind of shitty. Part of being an information specialist is getting the information in the first place, and knowing what to do with the information, and when.

That being said, he's a very emotionally reactive person. He's going to react immediately despite all of the above lol.

He doesn't always know the right words to say, but he will ramble on and on at you so sincerely that he does occasionally stumble upon the right words to say. Sometimes the right words are so sappy that he stops, blushes, back tracks, and makes it all worse for him / charming for you.

Mallek: when you look that pitiful;

Mallek it = easy to imagine why everyone loves y- 😳

Mallek: befriending you;

Mallek: everyone loves befriending you;

Mallek: platonically;

MSPAR: Yeah, on the lips and everything.

Mallek: 😳

MSPAR: With tongue 🥺?

Mallek: would you settle for a hug for now;

MSPAR: No.

Mallek: what about a hug;

Mallek: with tongue;

MSPAR: Gross.

He's 100% the kind of dude to run away from his problems. And I mean that literally; he enjoys a scenic hoverboard journey at 60 mph+ to get his mind off of whatever issue is upsetting him. He offers that escape and adrenaline to you, too.

Sometimes, there are no words to comfort you, and you have to ride it out. If you can't ride it out on your hoverboard, Mallek looks to his dad for advice. Which is to say he hugs you crushingly tight.

Mallek: nope;

Mallek: you != moving anytime soon;

MSPAR: What if I'm hungry?

Mallek: heh;

Mallek: why do you think hoodies have a pocket;

MSPAR: Knew that wasn't a rubber ducky in there 😏

MSPAR: ...but who's going to get the delivery from the door if you won't let me move?

Mallek: um;

Mallek: *hastily shoving cheez-its back into his hoodie"

Mallek: damn;

Mallek: maybe i should have built that robot after all;

He does his best to spoil you on his own terms- he likes the idea that he knows you well enough to give you exactly everything you need without having to be told- so sometimes you might hit a wall where you try to express what you need right then and Mallek steam rolls you with solution after solution. But he listens eventually, and hey, sometimes his steamrolling works.

Hope these were alright! I tried to give you some dialogue to hopefully help cheer you up a bit <3

#hiveswap #mallek #mallek adalov #mallek x reader #headcanons

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cable-knit-sweater · 2 years

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Maya. I just read You Make My Dreams Come True and I -

I can't even-

I'm literally just

...only I cried harder than this. I swear I started sobbing at the end of the first chapter and then cried my way through the next three. You should see my face right now because I am a M-E-S-S. It's a good thing that I'm alone right now because this was like full on ugly crying. I think I might start crying again now actually

UGH, I know this isn't a very good 'Hey I loved your fic!!' message and I'm sorry and I swear I'll leave a more coherent comment under the fic itself once I've composed myself but !!!!!!!!!!!!!

IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL. IT'S SO FULL OF HEART AND PINING AND LOVELY DUMB BOYS IN LOVE AND SENTIMENTALITY AND SAPPINESS AND IT'S THE FREAKIN BEST.

I hope that everyone who loves Evanstan reads this fic because it's a MUST read. It's rendered me a crying, blotchy mess and it's absolutely amazing, as are you, Maya. I know generally speaking crying on your birthday isn't considered a good thing, but in this case it absolutely is.

GOD. I love this so much? I can't believe you took my silly prompt and turned it into this incredible thing?????? It's instantly one of my Evanstan faves and I'll be rereading it until eternity. I love our boys so damn much, and I love you. 💘

Minnie, my love 😭😭😭😭💖💖💖💖

I don’t even know where to begin, really. I sent you that DM because really, you’ve rendered me a little speechless, definitely NOT because you didn’t manage to get across how you felt about it 😭😭 And because it means SO SO SO damn much to me that you feel this way about this fic, so I’ll do my best to express it, even if that feels impossible right now🥺🥺💕

This literally everything I could ask or hope for. I had no idea your prompt would take me into this story either. To be honest, I was a little lost. Bless @forsureitslove 💛 for saying something about Seb leaving his jacket behind at Chris’s, and him being a sap about it - because as soon as she said that, I don’t think I could stop. The fact that it’s your prompt, from one of my favorite people, makes it even better that this whole story (and possibly universe) became what it did. I really should thank you for that 💛💛

I’m definitely proud of this one, but reading your wonderful comments makes it even more rewarding. And I get it, oh I get it honey. I made myself cry with this one a little bit, so the fact that it touched you so much it led to ugly crying… well, let’s say I agree that crying on your birthday isn’t normally a good thing, but this I’ll take with all the gratitude in the world 🥺🥺🥺

And I guess I write mostly for me, what I hope for and what I’d like to see. But it wasn’t just your prompt that got me to write it. I think half of the reasons I love them so much are because of you. And since I poured all my love for them into this fic, it’s kinda yours too. 💖💖💖

It’s really all I want for them, those beautiful idiot boys. They deserve everything, all the sappiness and sentimentality and romantic gestures, and I loved giving them some of that in this story 💖💖 And to share my love for them with you is the best thing to happen to me in a long long time. I love you to the moon and back, I really really do 💕💕💕

I really just hope I’ve managed to convey even a fraction of what this means to me, because I’m not always sure I know how to express it, and I probably forgot to tell you some of the things I want to say. But just in case, a gif of me right now:

(Also bless @justconfettiandsomeddew for this gif it’s everything)

#maya answers #people are so nice???#minnieee my love 💕💕💕

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aris-ink · 1 year

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As are you, my lovely, as cute!!! 🥺🥰 and I love you sm too!!! You're welcome, I'm returning the biggest hug back 💌 in fact:

If I'm being totally honest with you.. I fell asleep late again last night and I woke up early again today, but it's fine JSKDKDK I did get some sleep though!!! 🫶🏻💞 and yes! You definitely should come up with a tag, I'll accept anything (I'm literally the biggest sap there is so trust me I can definitely handle you being sappy djkdkdkd) 💕

Also??? The fact you tagged me as "my love"? I will SCREAM 😭🫂 you're so precious!??!

I hope you've been well today or that you will be, if your day is just starting out. 🥰💚

stop this, don't make me give you a kiss 💖

wait... okay actually nvm, I take that back, no kisses for you until you get some sleep 😩 I mean I went to bed at like seven am and my sleep schedule is non existent but that's me, no one else is allowed that 🤷‍♀️ lmao

it is currently almost half past midnight over here! I had a good day and rested a lot, thank you baby 💖 I hope you have a good day/night as well and PLEASE get some rest too ahshshshd 😭❤️

#asks #my love

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khaleesiofalicante · 2 years

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I dont remember where I got this from, but its a beautiful quote, so why not? "In the crooks of your body, I find my religion"

My family in the background talking, laughing and getting really drunk:

Me, reading this chapter in a corner while nodding, crying or smiling and eating cake: Ah, yes. I'm doing this whole growing up thing right :)

Fuck Camille!!!

“I don’t think I can ever get enough of you,” Alec whispers. “Too much is not enough. Give me more. Give me everything. Give me all of you.” sir, please stop being so sappy or I will combust🥺

FUCKING VALENTINE!! I HATE HIM!!!

I understand where Alec is coming from but I do believe Magnus made a great point talking about healing, setbacks and none of them being to blame

“That’s just a lie we tell ourselves,” Alec snorts, punching buttons on his phone. “We all have a little bit of our parents inside us. Whether we like it or not. It’s the truth.” oh damn!! that hits way too close💔)

Sometimes the people we love don’t apologize. THIS!!!

I remember something Magnus said on some chapter that was like "Rafael doesn’t forget" and I think he hasn't forgotten all the shit Max did and a part of him hasn't forgiven him

Alec knows what he is doing to Magnus with that look jdhdidndk

All the things they build and changed together are both incredibly beautiful but kinda sad...

ELYAAS CALLING THEM OUT>>>

God that fucking scene with all of them and Max holy shit it was just so angsty and beautifully written, I AM LOVE THIS OK?!?

I COULD QUOTE THE WHOLE FUCKING THING. THIS WAS ONE OF MY FAVE ALSO OMFG. JUST... JDHDIDJDKFJ

There is no one stronger in this world than a person who has to fight their own mind. Every single day. SCREAMING FOR TWO DAYS "STRAIGHT"

“Maybe your mother was right,” Magnus whispers. “Because I can’t think of a single reason how anyone could ever love you right now.” excuse me while I go cry in my room bc of this😭😭😭

Yeah, I'm so angry at Max from last chapter (I undestand him, but the way he let his saddness out is just shitty) but Timeline-3-Max taking care of Alec is🥺🥺 “I love you. You absolute fucking disaster.” <333333

Ok, but Shinyun all excited bc Max wants to go to Edom is cute🥰

“Alec. You almost died!” Magnus says incredulously. “What’s worse than dying?” Hurting you. With all due respect, please stop😭

Magnus is amazing and I think we all should aknowledge it!!! People against Magnus, with all fue respect: wtf????

“No. No,” Alec interrupts. “It says how much you needed it" PEOPLE ANGRY AT MAGNUS SHOULD READ THIS AGAIN AND AGAIN. ALEC UNDERSTANDS NOW. THIS SAYS HOW MUCH HE NEEDED IT!! THIS IS SO IMPORTANT!!!

THEIR DEVELOPMENT>>>>>>

“It’s fine, Alec. I mean, sure, it’s a setback. But this doesn’t erase all the growth,” I LOVE THIS MAN WITH MY SOUL. HE IS SO WISE AND SEXY NGL

FUCKING SHIT. RAFAEL'S SCENE!!! WOW. The way this boy had been keeping everything to himself, so when he finally blows up, it really, really hurts!! The way his words hit them-

“You fucking pushed me,” Rafael’s voice breaks. “You said you’ll catch me if I fall and then you fucking pushed me.” NOT THIS QUOTE PLEASE STOP KSVDLDNDKKDJ😭😭

“You can’t make it better now,” Rafael smiles. “You should have fucking left me in Buenos Aires.” Please Rafael saying all this to Alec and Max is killing meeee. I need more🥰

Me, last chapter: Oh god this is one of my favorite chapters!!

Me, this chapter: Oh god this is one of my favorite chapters!!

Me, next chapter: Oh god this is-

I just want to say, I am obsessed with this quote - In the crooks of your body, I find my religion.

It's fucking beautiful and also very malec holy shit.

ILY BB.

#tlnd

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evanox · 2 years

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mmmm,,,sage with flowers,,,,in he hair,,,,,

-dumb bitch anon

Omg dumb bitch anon it's an honor to have you here 🥺🥺🥺 how did you get that name,,

Yes God you are so right I think about this a minimum of 3 times a week like what’s the point of having long hair if you won’t decorate it with pretty flowers?

Can you imagine trying to surprise him with a flower crown? You’ve woken up before him, ran off to pick (or buy) the prettiest flowers you could find, and finally got to work. You’ve made sure to avoid any of your familiar haunts lest Sage finds you before you’re done. And he still does find you, but not before you’re already done. You’re holding the flower crown behind your back when you ask him to bend down a little—“you’ll know why, just trust me.” And Sage missed you so much he’d rather skip the small talk and just steal you away, run off to some tavern so you can enjoy the night... but how can he say no to your cute face? So he bends down and you start to place the crown over his head before realizing where you’ve gone wrong—you’ve worked with a rough estimate of the chain length without accounting for his ears, but it’s not like you’ve always made flower crowns for ilephta! Alas, you’ve already committed to the deed. He rises up and faces the mirror, sees the flower crown over his head with one ear sticking out, and he takes so long to respond you start to worry he thinks it’s badly made, or that it’s too cheesy or too sappy or too childish, or— You look back to the mirror and you see he’s got the biggest smile on his face, with the faintest red dusting his cheeks. Sage smooches your cheek and it’s obnoxiously loud—mostly to tease you because he’s trying to distract from the fact that you really got him all flustered n shit. He’s kicking his feet and giggling when he’s alone.

Or post time skip Sage ough,, the fact he doesn’t braid his hair anymore breaks my heart. I know this fandom likes to joke about him being stinky but I believe he cleans up nicely,, the stink is mostly the alcohol+he’ll sleep anywhere, even if it was the gutter he stumbled into in a drunken stupor. But God the way depression makes you lose the energy for the most basic of functions and stop taking care of yourself... fucks me up every time I think about it; he won’t even braid his hair 😭😭 That’s why after defeating LOS and settling down you should take him out, maybe bring a lunch basket and go on a picnic when the flowers start to bloom again. Ask him to braid his hair and he’ll push his hair back so you can do your thing. He’ll ask you what’s taking so long and you’ll tell him not to rush. Then you push the finished braid over his shoulder and he notices that you’ve weaved all the flowers that you picked during your walk here, into his hair. It’s a slightly jarring image: the tall, intimidating merc clad in black and red, with flowers of every color braided into his hair. He realizes what others may think doesn’t matter when you keep looking at him like he’s the most beautiful person in this world. Look at him go my pretty forest prince 🥺🥺 He’s keeping the flowers in his hair even if the braid is sloppily done, until they start to wilt and you tell him maybe it’s time to take them out.

#idk if this is a req or jsut a thought u were having so i just stole some of my mc's fantasies for u #sage lesath #fictif last legacy #last legacy #last legacy sage #fictif sage

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kaepop-trash · 2 years

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More Doyoung?

🥺

👉👈

(i dont think the emojis will work)

it worked 😂

Combining these two asks, because it is what it is. Sorry second anon I know this isn't what you really wanted but I have another ask for the club sitting in my inbox that's a bit more specific so whenever I get to writing that you'll get what you wanted.

This is so very unprompted. No one asked for this, but I thought about this and I couldn't stop myself from writing about this. I think about 'the club' and I can't just write some sappy missionary bs. This though is just so unnecessary. But you will accept it. Let me have my moments. This happens right after this ask, like literally the same day. I'm excelling at being self-serving lately. I'm sooo sleep deprived so you can blame this on that.

Pairing: Doyoung×Reader×Johnny

Warnings: [Hold on for this] Alcohol and Implied Drug use, Exhibitionism/ Voyeurism, Penetration, Unprotected sex, (Kind of) Threesome, Dirty Talking, Degradation, Praise, Edging, Glass-wall Sex, Some Cuckold Dynamics, Slight MalexMale, Handjob, Switches being Switches; Johnny's a hard dom in this one but he's also a pussy, No team players, Sex as a competitive sport, A handbag tangent, Lots of aggressive tension under the surface, Who is the biggest masochist in this? Leave it in the comments (it's me).

WC: 4444 (Leaving the whole number because this piece of sin ended on an angel number when god abandoned me a long time ago.)

Doyoung was pulled out of his attention while scrolling through his phone when he felt (Y/N)'s presence close to him.

"Are you wearing eyeliner?" She asked Doyoung, squinting in focus and leaning closer. Doyoung looked up from his phone, frowning at the sudden proximity.

"Yeah, I am." He told her, justifiably confused.

When the sofa dipped beside her she leaned back, "Oh." She turned her posture to face Doyoung completely.

"Why? Is it weird?" He asked, suddenly self-conscious.

She clicked her tongue, "It's fine. You look hot." Doyoung looked behind her with a gaze that was a mix of uncertainty and intrigue— to where Johnny sat down. It was definitely an interesting thing to say with the man right behind her.

"Thanks. So do you." Doyoung replied, looking back at her with a knowing gaze. Her lips tugged, finally turning to look behind her.

Johnny watched her with a deliberative gaze, looking deep in some thought. She looked at the drink in his hand with a mock pout.

"You could have at least gotten me one." She whined. Johnny extended his arm and she rolled her eyes with a dramatic flair.

"No, I don't want your whiskey. Get me a cocktail or something, I should be drunker than this at–" She paused, reaching for his arm to turn his watch dial to her, "2 in the morning. The three of us are the only ones left." She pointed at both men, unable to curb the small smirk on her lips. "Even the esteemed owner has left. Get me something lethal."

Johnny raised a brow at her, clearly a little annoyed. "The bar is quite the walk from here."

"It was your idea to come to sit at the back of the club." She reminded him.

"You were the one complaining about the loud music." He responded with equal bite. Doyoung watched the exchange with a perceptive gaze.

There was a moment of silence, both of them just staring at each other. Each staying guarded while also trying to read the other.

"I can go." Doyoung said awkwardly from behind her, suddenly feeling like he was encroaching. Johnny's eyes flashed with indignation as he looked at Doyoung, making him want to snort.

"No." She said, turning back to Doyoung. "You were telling me about your eyeliner." She put her cheek on her palm, trying to look interested.

"Plus," She tilted her head to catch Johnny from the corner of her eye. "Johnny knows what I like."

Doyoung spoke only after Johnny disappeared from the large room they were alone in.

"Why are you punishing him?" He questioned, making her frown.

"I'm not punishing anybody. He's been galavanting around all evening, he can get me a drink." She tried to make it sound like it was an obvious decision, voice nonchalant.

"You've been sitting here with me all evening." Doyoung raised a brow.

"You're my friend." She looked at him, a slow frown seeping into her features.

"I don't think he sees it like that, (Y/N)." Doyoung clicked his tongue.

"I don't think I care. And since when do you? " She looked away from him with a heavy frown. Doyoung chuckled, she was right of course. And Doyoung realised he could have some more fun out of it than he would if he walked out into the club.

So he just shrugged and let go, turning his phone to her. "Look at this video."

Johnny walked back into the room to find (Y/N) and Doyoung smiling at the phone in his hand, his hand casually on her thigh. The ice-cold drink stung his palm as his echoing footsteps approached them.

She looked up at him with questioning eyes when he stood in front of her in silence. He reached out the glass in his palm, chest caving despite himself when she gave him a smile.

“This is exactly what I needed.” She sighed after she finished half the drink in one long slurp from the straw.

“Why do you always drink these sugary drinks?” Johnny asked out of curiosity.

“They get you drunk faster. And generally tastes nicer.” Doyoung informed him in her stead. “Always efficient.” He scoffed, pointing his finger at her.

(Y/N) frowned at the gesture. “Please, don’t make that sound like it’s a bad thing. My efficiency has saved you from a lot of troubles.” She reminded him.

“It’s also gotten me laid so I’m going to have to agree.” He added, grinning when she paused as she went to take a sip of her drink.

Johnny watched as her back went stiff before she looked away and scoffed, shaking her head.

“You know what would be really efficient?” Doyoung announced, looking right at Johnny before back at her, raising a brow.

“No.” She replied to his unvoiced proposition. “Shut up.” She sat back, finally allowing Johnny to see her face. Johnny turned to look at her, unaware of what they were talking about.

“Let’s not pretend this isn’t where this was already going.” Doyoung clicked his tongue. A momentary agitation crossed her eyes before she took another large sip of her drink, shaking her head.

“We’ve done it before.” Doyoung raised his brow again and her brows creased together, turning an incredulous look at him.

She groaned. “That was a stranger! Doyoung just sh–”

Doyoung clicked his tongue, cutting her off, “We should ask Mr Boss what he thinks.” He looked up at him, the whole exchange only confusing Johnny more.

“What I think about what?” He asked with heavy caution in his voice.

“Nothing.” She turned to him.

“The three of us. Fucking. Don’t worry about her, (Y/N)’s pretending she doesn’t like the attention. It’ll be fun.” He breezed through the words.

Johnny felt too caught off-guard to say anything at first. He shouldn’t be opposed to the idea at all. In fact, he thought someone like Doyoung was almost close to his type.

“He’s probably strung on some drugs right now.” She turned to Johnny, defending the odd man instead of just saying no. “I’m sorry on his behalf.” She sighed.

“Now you don’t need to be my advocate.” Doyoung rolled his eyes. She turned her head to Doyoung, giving him a look so irritable but open that Johnny was both glad it wasn't aimed at him and felt bothered by the same.

“Why not?” Johnny found himself saying. “Nothing new.” He tried to sound nonchalant, adding a shrug. “You’ve already seen me have sex with someone else, how bad can it be?” The last statement felt, even to him, unnecessary. But it still filled him with a kind of gratification that he felt missing from the night so far.

She turned to him, eyes unreadable and always closed to his scrutiny. Johnny raised an expectant brow that hid the sting of his indignation.

“Fine.” Her voice was lower, looking over his face with a stiff jaw before turning around. “We will never speak of this again.”

“That’s our entire sex life.” Doyoung chimed in, grinning with a small glee.

“Upstairs.” She turned to Johnny. He could only nod, not one to back away from something he had committed to.

Johnny's hand gripped at the marble counter of the bathroom sink so tight that he had begun feeling pinpricks.

'You never take anything lying back.' That is what Doyoung said when he pressed her up against the glass wall that he was currently fucking her against. The man told Johnny he can watch from inside the bathroom. Like he needed to be given permission.

Johnny watched as Doyoung pressed her harder against the glass, her skin on display. He raised his other hand to take a sip from his glass, the whiskey now watered down till it tasted like nothing.

"Look at how hard he is, (Y/N). It must be my lucky day." Doyoung groaned into her neck, snapping his hip up in a way that made her lips part. Her hand grappled unsuccessfully at the glass before reaching back to Doyoung's waist.

Heat pooled in the depths of Johnny's stomach as they both groaned together. Doyoung's words seem to remind him of his growing arousal.

"You're so wet, babe." Doyoung growled. "Loving the eyes on you? God, you're making me want to take this condom off just to feel you cream my dick." He thrust his hips.

She pulled her pressed cheek away from the glass just enough, swallowing thickly. "Don't be cocky." She warned. "I don't want to risk an STD." Doyoung's lips twitched at the words.

"Does the boss know how dirty you really like it? I bet no one does." He bit down on her ear, turning to meet Johnny's gaze. "You've gotten so good at compartmentalising life in your neat little boxes haven't you, little liar?"

"I told you not to call me that, asshole." She smacked his waist hard enough that Johnny heard it. Doyoung flinched but his eyes remained on Johnny, scrutinizing him.

"9-5's don't really know how to have fun, do they?" Doyoung chuckled, hand slamming against the glass as he kept his eyes on Johnny.

With his other hand, Doyoung reached for her leg. Johnny bit down on his lip when he pulled it back to wrap around his waist.

"Fucking prick, I'm going to get a cramp." She groaned, hand reaching out to grab his arm on the glass so hard that her nails dug into it. Doyoung just winced playfully.

"You love it. Always taking the pain in stride." He spoke through gritted teeth, leaving a chaste kiss on her cheek. "Why does your man keep looking at me, (Y/N)? Do you have your eyes closed?" Doyoung scoffed.

"He's not," She gasped when Doyoung lifted the leg behind him higher. "He's not my man." She huffed.

The words made Johnny's blood spike hot in a way that he didn't expect, more than anything else that had happened so far.

"He's so hard for me then? Mr. not-your-man?" Doyoung hummed.

"Johnny is nobody's man. He likes men too. So I don't see why that's implausible." She sighed, eyes still screwed shut. She spoke like Johnny wasn't in the room.

"Oh my, (Y/N)." Doyoung smirked, "You've really made our tenth fuck a good one, haven't you? You aren't even trying to take over. Remind me to get you that Bottega bag you wanted." Doyoung brushed his lips over her shoulders, letting her leg go. Johnny noted how she kept it in place despite her previous protest.

"Shut up." She spat, head falling back when Doyoung bit down on her neck, a wretched moan leaving her lips. "God." She gasped with liquid pleasure, resting her head on his shoulder. The sound made Johnny squirm, his pants feeling tighter by the minute.

Doyoung pulled back, giving her a small smile. A familiar and comfortable smile as his pace turned relentless. She groaned, the hand on his arm only tightening.

"It was the green one wasn't it?" Doyoung asked. Johnny watched her finally open her eyes, giving the man a confused look.

"The bag?" Doyoung frowned. Her lips tugged, and she gave him a nod.

"You're certifiably insane." She laughed, the sound breathless between her strained moans. "Yeah, it was the green one." She nodded.

"You should get a Birkin or something. I'm feeling generous." Doyoung offered, the inquiry not obstructing the precise jolts of his hips but slowing down their frequency.

(Y/N)'s face scrunched despite it, "No thanks. I don't want to get insurance for a handbag."

Doyoung smiled a little more, giving her a nod. "I guess it's not your type of thing." He pushed the hair stuck on her face away.

When Doyoung leaned closer, Johnny's heartbeat grew. His fingers gripped the counter tighter than he thought possible just as Doyoung gazed at her lips.

The relief he felt when he kissed the tip of her nose did nothing for him. When Doyoung's lips brushed over hers Johnny gripped his jaw tight, finally moving away from the counter.

"My turn." Johnny announced, not lingering on the grin on Doyoung's face that looked almost victorious.

"You didn't even let me finish." Doyoung clicked his tongue.

"Go sit and wait and I'll finish you off myself. Neither of you knows what patience is. Fucking like animals in heat." Johnny voiced his disapproval.

Doyoung grabbed her leg to place it down despite the resistance. "Sorry babe." He laughed when she groaned, "I'd have to be an idiot to say no to that." He stepped back, leaving a small peck on her lips.

Johnny pulled his belt off with a swift tug at the sight, tugging the rest of his clothes off as Doyoung went to sit on the chair in the corner of the room. Johnny bit back a wince when he pulled down his pants, dick already painfully hard. It only added to his growing temper.

"On the bed, kitten." He ordered, watching her listen wordlessly with her gaze on the floor. When she started getting on her knees Johnny clicked his tongue. "On your back, I was having such a nice time watching you. Why stop now?" He stepped up to the edge as she turned, his shadow washing over her entire frame.

She watched him with the same unreadable eyes that Johnny had started to detest, both their chests still heaving.

"I've waited all night for this." He grumbled as he got on top of her. In one swift thrust, Johnny entered her raw.

"God you really are soaking wet." He groaned, willing himself to not rut into her desperately.

He pulled out so slowly that her lips parted with an audible gasp. Johnny's own teeth clenched just as he was inches away from falling out of her, entering back just as slow.

She whimpered, head falling back and hand coming up to his shoulder, still not looking at him. Johnny went so slow that he felt every inch of her walls clench around him, his own eyes shutting to relish the sensation. He maintained the pace for several minutes, both their bodies glistening with sweat.

"Johnny faster, please." She gasped finally, hand tightening on his shoulder.

"No. I want to feel you like this." He lowered himself a little closer to her, ignoring the burn in his arms.

"Please." She whimpered, bottom lip protruding.

"Does the rockstar know what a good little slut you are for me?" He questioned. She whimpered again, hand now reaching over to his neck. Johnny didn't look up when Doyoung sniggered at the words. "Does he know what a dumb little obedient pet you become when I fuck you?" He took her bottom lip between his teeth, biting down harsher than he had ever before. When she moaned with reckless abandon, Johnny's breath stumbled.

"My stupid slut can't even speak." Johnny hummed, lifting one hand to caress her face. He clamped his jaw, trying his best not to increase his pace. When she whined it felt worth his efforts.

"Johnny, please." Her brows creased, "Just a little faster, you're driving me crazy." She fisted his hair, his dick twitching from the harsh tug. "Please." Johnny saw the tears on the corner of her eyes, reaching over to kiss it. She took advantage of the distance, thrusting up into him.

Johnny put a hand on her stomach to stop her movement, "You're so fucking spoiled." He groaned, not giving in to the pleas as he stopped moving entirely. "Be a good girl and hold still." He buried his face into her neck, sucking on the skin with a task in mind.

"Johnny." She cried out, "Please I'm begging you. Move." She pushed her hips up again, pouting when he grabbed her waist and slammed her back onto the mattress. Johnny admired the deep maroon mark blooming on her neck, momentarily glancing at the red teeth marks on the other shoulder.

"Can't handle a little restraint, can you?" He growled at her with the brunt of his rage. "Hold fucking still, (Y/N). You need to learn how to listen." He pulled back till he was barely inside her.

"Johnny." She whispered, bringing both her arms to his waist in a desperate attempt to pull him back.

"Hands above your head." He ordered, jaw flexing.

Finally, (Y/N) opened her eyes. Her gaze laced with impatient anger aimed at him, irritable and undeniably open. Johnny took in a triumphant breath.

"If you're in the mood to boss someone around Sir, I suggest you go look for your blonde friend." A deep frown etched her face after a moment's consideration. One that made him realise that the meaning of the words was lost to her till she uttered them.

Johnny's lips twitched, the words making his chest stir in a way that was entirely new.

"And leave you hanging?" He taunted her, his hips still absolutely still while he remained inside her.

"Doyoung's still here." She tilted her chin up to catch his eye, "I wonder if you'll let me do this to you in front of your pretty friend. You sound better than me when you beg, you know?" She sighed.

Johnny reached for her chin, grabbing it tight and turning her head back to him.

"Eyes on me, pet. Do you think I didn't notice the little stunt you pulled before? Kissing me for her to see?" Johnny questioned, smiling when her brows raised in surprise. "Do you think I'm stupid? I just let you get away with these things. You are my favourite little slut after all." His hold tightened as he pushed back into her slowly, earning a guttural groan.

"My pretty friend would enjoy your little games. Probably more than I do. How about next time?" He raised a brow. Johnny let her chin go but she said nothing, eyes focused on him.

"You should call her now." Doyoung chimed in, reminding Johnny of his presence.

"Shut up Doyoung. Shut the fuck up, you stupid cuck." She snapped, eyes on Johnny despite who she spoke at. It made Johnny feel like the words were aimed at him.

Finally, Johnny could be certain that they were on the same boat. He pulled back out of her and slammed in faster, her head falling back.

"Fuck you, John." She writhed under him.

"You are." He replied, breathing turning harsh as he finally let go, pace getting brutal with each thrust. "Doing an exceptional job too." He reached over to kiss her chin. "Look at me?" He murmured, lips sliding over hers.

"Johnny." Her voice held a tepid warning.

"Eyes on me, kitten." He ordered, slowing down his pace to emphasise the demand.

She forced her eyes open and Johnny wasted no time moulding his lips over hers. He winced when he grabbed her hair a little harder but didn't break his kiss, watching her impossibly furious gaze with a sense of accomplishment. She pressed her tongue over him just to prove a point and Johnny smiled, pulling away from the kiss entirely.

"I forgot how hot you are when you're pissed." He gave her a softer smile, leaving a quick kiss at the corner of her mouth.

"God, Johnny just fucking shut up. I want to come." She snapped, hitting his chest as her eyes glazed over again. He pulled closer to her, leaving soft kisses all over her face. "Please, Johnny." She added with a softer voice.

"Just a little longer." He whispered the promise smiling when she shook her head in refusal. "You're doing so well for me, kitten. So perfect." He slowly built up his pace again, hand brushing her hair to soothe her discontent. "Just so perfect for me." He added, looking over her face one last time before burying his head into her neck. His breath stuttered when she slid her hand down his spine.

"I always knew you were the suit and tie kind." Johnny heard Doyoung scoff in the background, a distant sound to his ears behind her soft grunts close to him.

"How does it feel?" Johnny asked her, kissing the base of her ear. His voice was just loud enough for her to hear.

"So good. Always, always so fucking good, John." She squirmed, voice sounding like a low sob. "You drive me crazy." She sighed, immediately gasping when he wrapped a leg around his waist.

"Want to come?" He sighed into the mattress.

"Please, Sir." She moaned, making him smile.

"Close?" He left feather-light kisses on her neck. She nodded.

Johnny began rutting into her with exact jolts and a string of curses along with his name left her lips. It only spurred him on.

"God, Johnny." A shrill shriek left her as her muscles went rigid, her walls rapidly convulsing around him, driving him insane. Johnny grit his teeth, helping ride out her high without giving into his own impending release.

"I'm going to come on you." He announced, "I always wanted to know how you'd look marked with my come all over you." He pulled out of her quickly, groaning when she gave him a tired nod. As badly as Johnny wanted to aim at her face, he refrained. Jerking himself off onto her stomach instead.

(Y/N) watched as Johnny slowly slid off the bed, so tired that she really couldn't think of how she felt about what had passed. Even if she wanted to. Still, her chest stirred a little when she was reminded of the look in Johnny's eyes. One that looked so close to being enraged.

"You should go clean up." Johnny spoke, giving her a small smile.

"Yes, I should." She spoke, her limbs not agreeing to the pursuit. Johnny smirked like he sensed it, her stomach twisting again despite the sinking exhaustion.

"That was so hot." Doyoung broke the silence, making her roll her eyes. He was relentless.

Johnny slowly looked up, away from her to him. "I guess I owe you." He said as he slipped his pants back on.

She finally sat up, reaching over to grab tissues to wipe herself off. She considered her next steps as Johnny walked over to where Doyoung sat. She gave in to the impulsive part of her mind that seemed to exist only for the two men in the room with her, turning to look.

Just as she did, Johnny sat down on the edge of the bed, leaning over to reach Doyoung.

"Are you really a cuck?" Johnny asked, voice lacking any malice. In fact, his voice lacked anything but objective intrigue.

Doyoung's head fell back when Johnny's thumb brushed over his tip. "Are you?" He managed to get out. Johnny grabbed his shaft so hard in response that (Y/N) winced on Doyoung's behalf. But like she expected, he loved it, laughing instead.

Johnny started too fast, too soon and she heard herself clicking her tongue.

"Slower. He deserves some agony." She spoke, not cowering away when Johnny turned his gaze to her.

"Bitch." Doyoung said playfully, forehead creasing when Johnny did what he was told. "Don't listen to her, be your own man." Doyoung told Johnny.

"I always listen to her." Johnny shrugged. The words made her chest stir a little more.

Doyoung hummed, lifting his head back up to look at her. "What are you punishing me for?"

"Nothing at all. I'm just enjoying the view." She spoke, still sitting on the other end of the bed.

Doyoung smirked, "Sometimes I think you believe your own lies."

She took in a sharp breath, "Doyoung loves being told what a good boy he's being. Don't you, good boy? Trying so hard not to come when your pretty little cock is blue from the lack of attention." She retaliated.

"He really is a good boy." Johnny squeezed his dick, "Watching me fuck you without touching himself even once. I'm impressed, Rockstar. You have more patience than your friend does." He twisted his fist, making Doyoung gasp.

"Everybody has more patience than (Y/N)." Doyoung gave Johnny a wink, propping his head up.

"You should have taught her better manners." Johnny clicked his tongue.

"I'm still here." She frowned, not getting a response from either of them.

"Impossible. You can try your best, though." Doyoung gave him a secretive look, scoffing.

Johnny smirked at the words, "I would say I do a decent job." He turned to look at her, "Don't you agree, kitten?" She bit her lip, earning a short chuckle from him.

"You are trying your best." She shrugged. Doyoung laughed at the statement.

"You'd claw my dick out if I made you beg, so I'd say he's succeeding. I'm almost a little hurt, (Y/N). I've never heard you say please." Doyoung hip bucked and it brought her attention back to Johnny's hand, where he began pumping him with a steady rhythm.

"Are you enjoying this?" Johnny asked, and despite his gaze aimed at Doyoung, she just knew the words were for her.

"Yes." She answered. "You're so hot like this." She whispered, gut flipping just as she spoke.

"Then I guess we're all cucks." Doyoung laughed, groaning when Johnny pressed his thumb over his tip.

"Shut up." Both of them told him at the same time, (Y/N)'s voice was a little more annoyed than Johnny's.

"Will you come home with me?" Johnny asked her.

"Of course." She responded immediately. With a satisfied hum, Johnny increased his pace.

"Time to come, pretty boy. I need some sleep." Johnny told him, earning a quick compliant nod from Doyoung that made her lips twitch.

Johnny could make anyone obedient, she realised.

An afflicted groan left Doyoung's lips as he finally came. (Y/N) watched as his release dripped into Johnny's hand, ignoring the heat pooling in her core all over again. Johnny pumped him dry before pulling away.

Doyoung left the club with mixed feelings, reaching for his phone to drop Yuta a text announcing that he won the wager. His lips tugged when his phone rang.

"Which wager is this?" Yuta said the moment he answered.

"I told you it's not just a quick fuck. He's her type." Doyoung scoffed, focusing on the glory of being right.

"Who?" Yuta responded, making Doyoung sigh.

"(Y/N)." He shrugged.

"Oh." Yuta said, "You okay?" He added immediately, making Doyoung frown.

"Of course. You owe me a new car." Doyoung reminded Yuta, making him groan.

"Remind me never to make a bet when I'm high." He sighed. "Why do you even want a Tesla dude? It's such a banker's car."

"I'm eco-friendly." Doyoung shrugged.

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sunghun · 3 years

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enhypen when you're on your period.

requested; no

warnings; period talk (obvi), mentions of food, some cursing??

note; sooooo i have several other things that i should be working on right now, but it's that time of the month for me, and i decided to write this in the hopes that it would make me feel better (bc there's nothing like writing cute bf!enha in these trying times to make me feel even more alone and single 😭😭)

희승 | heeseung;

you were at your boyfriend's place

just chilling and spending time with each other

when all of the sudden you felt it

you legit just ran to the bathroom like your life depended

and heeseung is kinda confused like 🤨🤨

wut was that abt

until a few minutes later when he receives a text from you like

hey babe... i kinda started my period..... and i don’t have anything on hand atm..... would u pls go to the store and get some stuff for me... 👉👈

😳 oh....

ofc he says he will tho bc he’s a good boyfriend

but clearly he underestimated just how many kinds of pads/tampons there are

and yeah you told him to get the purple ones but there’s like 8 purple ones???

please he’d probably just end up buying one of every kind there along with like 5 different kinds of pain relievers 😭

hands you so many bags when he gets back and you’re just like

“did you buy the entire pad and tampon section??”

“don’t judge me i was overwhelmed!!”

spends the rest of the day cuddling you

will absolutely get you anything you ask for and then some

and while it’s sweet eventually you put a stop to it when he starts going overboard

“heeseung, i love you and i really appreciate everything you do for me, but i when i asked for some chips i meant 1 bag, not 7.”

“i just wanted to make sure you had enough 🥺 i don’t like seeing you in pain and i wanted to make it better 🥺🥺”

pls he’s so sweet

makes sure to always have stuff at his place for you after that <3

제이 | jay;

definition of the chill boyfriend

like he wouldn’t get grossed out but he also wouldn’t freak out over you being in pain bc he knows it’s inevitable

but he will be extra nice to you for the entire week

he’s pretty ‘go with the flow’

like if you want to be left alone he’ll give you space

but he’ll also let you be extra clingy and affectionate if you want

enjoys being able to just sit back and relax with you

tries to distract you from the pain by showing you funny memes or telling stupid jokes

“hey y/n. what’s a lion’s favourite street?”

“i don’t know what”

“mane street 😃”

*groaning in both metaphorical and physical pain*

overall he probably wouldn’t make a big deal about it

but only on the outside

like if you’re having really bad cramps he wouldn’t freak out

but be prepared for him to not let you get up for the next week

will literally get everything for you so you don’t have to move anymore than needed

“y/N wHaT aRe YoU dOiNg??”

“going to the bathroom....?”

“oh. proceed.”

will also cook anything you ask for

just very sweet and chill tbh <3

제이크 | jake;

jake would literally be the best boyfriend to have when you’ve got your period

when you tell him you can’t come over like you planned bc you have really bad cramps

he feels so bad for you and decides to go to you instead

brings you practically an entire store worth of stuff

including the softest, most heavenly feeling blanket in the entire world

which weirdly enough smells like him??

when you ask him about it he’ll get all shy and rub the back of his neck

“i remembered you saying that you really liked this one cologne i was wearing a couple weeks ago, so i kinda.....sprayed some on the blanket before coming over here.”

get out the tissues because this boy is gonna make you cry

he’s too cute 🤧🤧

spends the whole week watching movies and doing anything you want

will watch sappy romcoms without complaining for once <3

and has like 3 tissue boxes on hand

because at this point he’s an expert and knows you’re gonna cry during every movie

plus. ya know.

✨moodswings✨

i feel like this is super short

but like

idk guys!!

he’s just the perfect boyfriend ig

someone get me a jake pls

성훈 | sunghoon;

okay so you two had plans to go to an amusement park

and you were both really excited

but sunghoon was especially hyped bc he hasn't been to one in so long? and now he's gonna go with his favourite person??

fuck yes

but then you wake the day you guys were supposed to go in excruciating pain

of course that would happen the day you had exciting plans

you immediately took some pain killers and tried to tough it out

bc you knew how excited sunghoon was abt going

but eventually it just gets too much

so you text him like an hour before he's supposed to pick him

i'm sorry hoonie but i don't think i can go out with you today :(

what? why??

i got my period and it rlly hurts

is it really that bad?

usually he'd be more sympathetic

but he was so excited and now all those plans just went down the drain :/

he soon realizes that that was the wrong thing to say tho

just go by yourself if the fact that my uterus is shedding it's lining and trying to kill me is such a fucking inconvenience for you.

ouch

a few hours later he goes over to your place with some of your fave snacks as a peace offering

and instantly feels like an asshole when he sees you laying in the fetal position and crying

will spoil the hell out of you the rest of the week and every period after that to makeup for how he acted at first

lots of cuddling and sweet kisses

will get you anything you want without making a snarky comment about it

because he knows he'd want you to do the same if he was in that kind of pain :(

and he just really loves you a lot tbh :((

선우 | sunoo;

if you asked sunoo to switch to a stay at home date bc you got your period

not only would he enthusiastically agree

he’d also bring an army of snacks with him

bc hello? binging dramas and eating yummy snacks with the love of his life??

that beats going out any day

also i feel like he'd be a sympathy crier??

like you're groaning in pain and he'll just get a lil teary-eyed

bc he hates seeing you suffering so much :((

pls the two of you watching a plethora of movies in different genres

so like one second you’re laughing your asses off

but then the next your just .

sobbing while cuddling

y'all are a cute mess

would try to cook for you but it kinda ends in a disaster

so he would just stick to buying food for you

eventually tho

once you're feeling better

you'd be the one dragging him out of the house

"c'mon baby let's go!"

"but.....wouldn't you rather stay in and watch something?"

"no? we've literally been watching dramas all week. i wanna get out and do something."

"sigh....okay."

"did you just say the word sigh out loud?"

basically if you want a relaxed week where you do nothing

sunoo’s got you covered <3

정원 | jungwon;

if you want lots of cuddling during shark week get yourself a jungwon

this boy will cuddle you the whole time nonstop

even if you're having a hot flash he'll just lie on the bed next to you

and interlock his pinkie with yours :(

bc he just wants you to know that he's there for you 🥺

would also try to cook for you but with slightly better success than sunoo

because he only does really simple things

"here babe i made dinner for you!"

and it's just a grilled cheese sandwich but he cut it in the shape of a heart 🤧🤧

builds a pillow and blanket fort in the living room for you guys and makes sure to use all the softest and fluffiest blankets for max comfort

might freak out a little if he sees you in The Period Position (you know the one) and making the sounds of a dying whale

you may have to convince him not to call an ambulance

"are you sure you're not dying????"

always makes sure to have ibuprofen on hand after that

tries to have you eat some healthy stuff even if all your body is craving is meat and sweets

“please baby 🥺 for me? 🥺🥺”

insert you reluctantly eating baby carrots

“you’re lucky i love you, yang.”

*heart eyes* “yeah, i am.”

니키 | niki;

i feel like he might be a little squeamish if you talk about in detail

"babe...that's so gross"

but he’ll try to be understanding if you have to cancel on him

if you’re up for it he’d plan a video game/movie marathon date to help you feel better 🥺🥺

probably wouldn’t stop teasing you until he takes it a little too far and you almost cry

bc he didn’t realize you’d be extra sensitive

but he immediately apologizes and keeps the teasing to a minimum after that

definitely too curious for his own good

which results in him wanting to try those period cramp simulators

he probably try to be all tough like ‘what no this doesn’t hurt at all’ but after like a minute he’s begging you to turn it off

“how do you go through that every month i almost Died.”

no but after that he’s like in awe of you

bc wtf?? how can you act like a normal person when ur insides are trying to rip themselves apart

wait but i can totally see him buying you like a little teddy bear to hold onto when he’s not there and you don’t feel good :(

would make sure to pick the fluffiest and cutest looking one :((

gets so soft for you when he finds out you named the bear after him

goodbye 🤧

#enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen reactions #enhypen x reader #enhypen headcanons #enhypen fluff

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lunaekalenda · 3 years

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Heeeeey you taking request? 🥺

If yes, I had this idea where college AU Reiner and SnK boys are in vacation somewhere and Reiner is the only that hasn't gotten laid, so they find him a partner (GN!reader) and convince him to get laid, but they end up in a hotel room watching a sappy movie because they've never really done the one night stand thing, but as they get comfortable with each other, they kinda .... Do it?

Idk I can't stop thinking of this 😭

waaa of course !! i hope you like it !! and i hope it ended how you wanted it omg

reiner x reader

mentions of alcohol, nsfw under the line just suggestive writing, non-mention of protection but he does have because we stan a cautious boy,

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Reiner knew that the topic was gonna show from time to time. Eren keeps drinking his beer, leaning on the couch. Jean and Connie look at each other while Armin giggles, hearing what Porco keeps saying.

"Like, you know Rein... Everybody here has made it before, and you..."

"Man, it's his decision!" Armin interrupts.

"Even the innocent Armin." Eren laughs at his best friend, who shows him his tongue before drinking a sip of his cup. Reiner sighs.

"Guys I've told you..." Porco's phone rings, a message entering. "Oh, we got them." He says. Berth looks at Reiner and Eren sighs, moving his head from side to side while he laughs. Armin looks at Porco.

"Got who?"

"Your date!" he says. "Marcel told me there's this person working with him on the café and I thought it was a nice one for you. So, you know, the night is young yet, mate."

You're still regretting saying to Marcel that you were needing some man after the book you've been reading. You thought he was your friend. And he said "Oh, wait, my brother told me that my friend is searching a partner for tonight! You should go since you're in the mood."

And there you are, after drinking a lemonade and spending some time together. You know him. Marcel talks about him all the time, and the scholar trip of his brother's university to the resort where you two work was the perfect excuse to introduce you to each other. And now you're sitting on the same bed, watching a achingly sweet film on TV while you avoid each other's gaze. He's a sweet guy, and he's definitely your type, but you two seem too shy to start a contact with the other. Suddenly, he talks.

"You wanna change the movie?" his voice sounds shy, definitely more shy than when you two were on the bar. You clear your throat.

"I don't mind. You wanna change?" It's true that it was boring, and the dialogues didn't had even chemistry, but it was what the programe had to offer. Reiner changes through some channels until he finds another one. This time, a girl is being kissed by a young boy, his lips tracing a way of kisses up to her ear, where he bites sweetly. You raise a brow.

"Does that even feel good?" you ask in high voice, regretting it when you remember you're not alone. Reiner looks at you.

"Maybe?" he says. "I guess it does." he looks again to the screen. She's enjoying it for sure. You take your hand unconsciously to your ear. You want to try. You look at Reiner.

"Reiner." you call him. He hums in response. "Can I... try on you?" you ask. He looks at you, a cute blush going up his cheeks.

"Sure." after all, you're his date. And his type.

Your lips find easily a way up his neck, his ear getting gently kissed and bitten for you. He sighs. "It does feel nice." he says. You release him, feeling almost automatically his hand on your cheek, turning your face around, his lips freely kissing your jaw. His lips are soft and warm against your skin. You let out a sigh. The movie is long forgotten while Reiner's lips find yours, his eyes searching approval on yours. He wants to kiss you.

As much as you want to kiss him.

It's all sighs and kissing sounds on the room. That's the only thing that can be heard. Reiner's hands explore all your body softly, long caresses left on your skin, still covered up with clothes. You start to feel that heath that it's only disappearing when his hands take your t-shirt, taking it off your body. His eyes scan you, then, true adoration in every inch of skin he sees and his hands searching desperately where to rest while his lips find yours again. It feels good.

Quickly, Reiner's shirt is far from your sight, the film long forgotten while your voices cover the ones from the TV. Reiner lets out a sigh when you part, your legs in both sides of his waist, your quick breaths mixing and your bare upper bodies touching with every air mouthful. He looks straight into your eyes, searching any sign of discomfort that he doesn't find. Because you want this.

"If just your hands feel this good..." you whisper, taking his hands to caress your spine again, gaining a pleasant chill on him that makes you smile.

"You're sure about this?" he asks, your legs asking for mercy after being in the same position for such a long make out. His sweatpants are starting to bother him as much as yours. You nod. He swallows with nervousness. "Then, is it fine if I do..." Taking his long fingers to your pants, he takes off the button, unzipping them while his eyes go back to yours. "This?" You nod once, twice. It's funny how desperate you got for him after an innocent neck kiss. Little you knew of how addictive his skin can be, or how needy you can became after a single touch of his lips. Reiner takes your chin, elevating it softly, licking his lips at the sight of your uncovered neck. Your hand sneaks to his lower body, an expired sigh against your skin. Reiner feels your hand, soft, on top of the fabric of his sweatpants. He parts, leaving a love bite on you. You look at him innocently, making him blush when he feels the not-that-innocent squeeze on him. You giggle and he takes your pants again, making you lift your hips, taking your pants away while you take advantage of it, sliding his pants enough to let his underwear show. He takes a deep breath when you sit again on him, just two layers of fabric separating your bodies. He sighs again when your body rubs on his while you get closer to him, demanding a kiss. He gives it to you, his velvety tongue caressing yours quietly. You feel like your body melts against his, your hips starting a little movement against him. He sighs again, taking his lips away from yours. He caresses your bottom lip with his thumb.

"I can't stand anymore." he says, in such a deep tone, with such a desperate way of asking. You let your breath normalize for a second before smiling quietly.

"Then, why wait more?"

He was soft because he knows that take him can be a struggle, but he was gladly surprised when you decided to stay on top of him, gripped to his hands while your hips moved against him. Between all the half whispered phrases and the between-kisses words, Reiner let you knew how good you felt, passionate love bites on your chest while your hands stay on his, your mouth open on pure pleasure. He seems to know where to touch and were to reach to make you feel how your senses get drunk of him. Finally, he lets your body go, releasing a long sigh while you keep squeezing him. Now, resting one next to the other, you smile.

"You aren't that shy, Braun." he smiles as well, a lazy arm under your head, his fingers caressing your shoulder.

"I can get even less shy." he says. You let a little laugh.

"Are you inviting me to meet another day?" he giggles when he feels your lips on his chest.

"Maybe I'm asking you to repeat."

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